In my daughter’s eyes …

Recently, my 9-year old daughter was sitting on my lap reading a library book while I was watching Barack Obama on TV, as he tried to keep health care reform alive. Then she looked up from her book and asked me,

“Does Barack Obama know who you are?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“But you know who he is,” she said.

“Of course. He’s the President of the United States.”

“But you’re the President of the Library Board,” she said.

I contained my laughter. “That’s true,” I said, “and if he lived in Albany, I’d probably know him.” I paused. “He might visit Albany one day, and if he does, I hope to meet him. And if I meet him, you’re coming with me.”